Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Malaysia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Intrusion to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
The Toasters,
Kas Product,
The Star Department,
The Litter,
Laurel Aitken,
Jerry's Kids,
Eve St. Jones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Siglo XX,
Depeche Mode,
Hardrive,
Rapeman,
PIL,
The Dead C,
Glambeats Corp.,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Faust,
Stetsasonic,
Matthew Bourne,
Ludus,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fortunes,
Donald Byrd,
One Last Wish,
The Red Krayola,
Goldenarms,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Martian,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Anakelly,
Archie Shepp,
LL Cool J,
Sound Behaviour,
Toni Rubio,
Circle Jerks,
Lakeside,
DNA,
Glenn Branca,
Con Funk Shun,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Slits,
Ronnie Foster,
The Victims,
Gregory Isaacs,
Warren Ellis,
The Smoke,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Organ,
The Leaves,
Bizarre Inc.,
Buzzcocks,
Roxette,
Ituana,
Reuben Wilson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.